"for five years she had heard 'twas the night before christmas,' and hung up a scarlet stocking many sizes too large for her, and pinned a sprig of holly on her little white night gown, to show santa claus that she was a 'truly' christmas child, and dreamed of fur-coated saints and toy-packs and reindeer, and wished everybody a "merry christmas" before it was light in the morning, and lent every one of her new toys to the neighbors' children."
--kate wiggin's "the birds christmas carol"
our christmas was beautiful, full of emotions--but mostly joy. it's already a blur of laughter, card games, movie nights, happy crying, warm feelings, and food comas--although our skype call on christmas day with my sweet sister will be etched, detail for detail, in my mind forever. that part is not blurry at all.
man, oh man. this life is the best.